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I hate the fucking marching band. I wish their season was over so I could have my boyfriend back.
He never wants to spend time with me anymore, and if I'm that lucky, 50% of the conversation revolves around the goddamn band. I don't think that's very fair, do you?
For fuck's sake, Jeff, LIFE GOES ON.
And I think I'd be happier if I had been asked to go to Scranton with him and his family. I'm totally insulted by the fact that they asked me to house-sit instead.
I'm a little jealous because inside, I always wanted to go back.
I will never get that chance again, and they will never be as good as we were in 2002.
I am such a nasty, selfish person. :'(
I'm so so sorry.